Thread: Nomad Chronicles

8/23/09

So, ever since seeing Waking Life, I had the idea to ask a dream character what it's like to be a character in a dream. I have done this on multiple occassions. At first they would change the subject or ignore me. I kept doing it, and after awhile the would say things like, "Well, it doesn't really matter, " or, "How does that pertain to the conversation?" Recently, they just give me a knowing smile. Because I have done this so many times, I really wasn't interested in getting another knowing smile from a dream character.

I tried WILD'ing for the first time yesterday, all day. I had stayed up late the night before and not slept much. My WILD dreams were for the most part blurry, dim, and short. I didn't feel totally immersed. I still had partial awareness of my physical body for all of them except one. Sometimes when I have a DILD, I have awareness of my physical body, and I wake up, but I have been able to go back to sleep totally, and lose my physical awareness.

I meditated in shavasana (sp?), yoga corpse position, wore a sleep mask and ear plugs, focused on breathing very slowly, and brought my gaze up to my third eye. I also kept the tip of my tongue on my palate.

I had a series of short tornado dreams. Some people said they got bored of their tornadoes, so as I was falling asleep, I told myself I wanted to make a tornado that I would love to sit and watch. I decided to try and make a purple tornado with lightning coming out of it.

I also looked at my hands saying, "Look at your hands. This is a dream. Make a tornado."

Tornado Dream #1:
( Third person perspective ) I am inside my dream house, a living house made from a banyan tree. I sleep in an egg shape made of banyan tree roots. The banyan tree is on a steep mountainside in Hawaii. I look like a creature in that movie Wizards, or a character by the graffiti artist Katch 1 whose art I just looked at on Saturday. I stick my head out of my egg/room and see a giant dark grey almost black tornado on the plain.

Tornado Dream #2
(third person view) I tried to astral project this time. I think I just dreamed. I flew up into outer space. I met Hal Jordan, one of the Green Lanterns from Detective Comics. He said, "You need to become a Green Lantern." I said, "I know. Hmm, I don't have a power ring."
Then I started thinking about the hassle of having a Power Battery to charge my ring, and how annoying that would be. Then I said, "or I could just become Ion.' Then, Ion, a green glowing symbiote entity of pure willpower, appeared about two feet long hovering in front of me, looking like a catfish. He then swam into my torso, merging with me. A green force field covered me, hovering about an inch off of my skin. Suddenly Hal Jordan and I were on Earth. We sat on a mountain. He pointed his ring at the ground. Something like a sunbeam came out. He pointed to a spot on the the plain below. It reminded me of using a magnifying glass with the sun. A little smoke or vapor came out of the bright spot on the ground, and then a grey tornado formed out of it. I thought, "How do I do that without a ring? Well, it looks boring anyway. I don't care about doing that."

Tornado Dream #3
(First person) I was at this Arts Center I hang out at. I was standing in front of the bar, looking into my palm. A tiny purple tornado, about four or five inches high, was moving back and forth across my hand in figure-eights. It reminded me of a top, and it kind of tickled. It felt like a top spinning on my hand.

I am including the next WILD because it was so very vivid, though it has nothing to do with a tornado.
I am in a barbershop where I got my head shaved (just the top) for a role in a play (in waking life). A woman walks in with a plastic grocery bag. She takes out an ulu (breadfruit) and gives it to me, saying, "Have a nice trip!"

I like the idea of WILD's. I have never heard of the concept before. I have tried it before hearing its name, but I often wake up as soon as it starts. These WILD's were probably about five or ten seconds long each. Reading about it has helped me a lot.

Task completed: Make a Tornado

8/24/09
I tried WILD'ing again this morning around 5am. I had slept at this Art Center for a few hours, then caught the bus home. I didn't feel very sleepy, just a tiny bit. I wasn't sure if I was going to fall asleep, but I thought I'd try and do the Pyramid Task. I focused on the Pyramids in my mind, put on my sleep mask and earplugs.

lucid
non-lucid
(first person) I was on the edge of a dark green jungle. There was a man with me, some kind of guide. I peered out of the jungle. The Sahara desert opened up before me abruptly. I saw The Great Pyramid in the distance. It was a very light beige, almost off-white, like the color of very white sand. It was very bright, and the sun was shining high in the sky. A old woman in raggedy clothes was standing there on the sand in front of me. She smiled and I noticed she barely had any teeth left. She told me, "this is as far as you go." I felt like I was about to tread on sacred ground. I lost lucidity somewhere around this point, because I felt a certain awe and fear when I looked at the pyramid. I still kept my feet in the jungle. My hands were holding on to two trees as I leaned forward and looked out. I wanted to go to the pyramid, but I hesitated, not wanting to offend the culture or the old woman. Then, I remembered I was having a dream.
I was confused and annoyed by what she said. I thought, "Well, I can do what I want, because this is lucid." Then, I thought, "Maybe this isn't a lucid dream. I'm confused." Then I lost lucidity. My guide offered me a small object, but I can't remember what it was. Then, I woke up.

Well, I was a able to WILD in first person, and without awareness of my physical body, which is cool. But, I was aware of waking life time. It lasted about 5 seconds. I think of I let go of the awareness of waking life time, then I can prolong the dream. Right after it, I judged it as worthless because of it's shortness, but I think a lot of my regular dreams are very short, but I am just not judging them in the sense of waking life time.

I also feel like I don't "deserve" to be catching on to this so fast since I am a Newbie, and I am afraid that people will think I am lying to get attention. Fear, worrying about what others think, and being overly fascinated are three problems or obstacles that limit me in waking life, and in the dream world. I should just accept, what is, and let go of my fear, worry, and fascination. Every time I get overly fascinated, I lose lucidity. I am going to try to be joyful instead of fascinated, and take action instead of having fear. I think I need to start telling my DC's that I know they are just DC's, so I am going to do what I want to do. I think this will also help maintain lucidity.

***

I am going to try to go back to the pyramid and go inside of it. I want to go to the time when it was being built. I will see if I can WILD again into it.

Task completed: Visit the Pyramids

So, as I was falling asleep for a nap today, I tried to WILD back to the pyramid, to the time of the builders, and go inside the pyramid. I put on my sleep mask and my earplugs in my ears, and fell into a deep sleep. I didn't feel very sleepy, but I ended up sleeping for about an hour and a half.

lucid
non-lucid
I think I may have been lucid earlier in the dream, but if I was I lost it. I remember having a sense that everything was a big joke, and there were no consequences for anything that I did.
The further I go back in this dream, the fuzzier my memory gets. I was somewhere in northeastern Africa. I was standing on a wooden platform, like a stage, which was covered by a tent. The platform was built on a slight incline, but was level, about maybe two or three feet off of the ground. I was standing in front of someone, and this person was telling myself and a companion of mine about a task they had for us. I get the impression of a hanging highly decorated incense burner, and very lavish pillows all about. I cannot recall what either person looked like.
The person was a priest, now I remember. He was a priest of some god, the god of death? not sure... The priest had a large hat on, robes, and a golden staff shaped like a snake. His robe was white, and he had golden cloth like a scarf coming down the sides. His face was obscured by smoke, and the hat looked like the Pope's.
The priest asked my companion and I if we were willing to do the work of Hades. We would be rewarded well, but we would also be cursed. I thought, "What the hell, it's just a dream."

Aha. So I had been lucid earlier, but I lost it even though I thought this, because I was so fascinated with the vividness of the dream, especially how detailed the incense burner was. It was iron, and had tiny little spires coming off of it, and holes in geometric shapes. It was bulbous, pointy, and symmetrical.
It's funny how lucidity comes on as an instant realization usually, but when you lose it, it slowly fades. I often lose lucidity because I get fascinated by the beauty of something I see.
So, anyway, he told us he wanted us to obtain the necklaces of all rich people, and we could use that as power over them. I thought, "Sure, why not?" And I told him, "Yes, my master," as did my companion. The priest chanted in a language I did not understand, and made some gestures with his staff. He moved the smoke around in the air with his staff as he did it. We bowed our heads. He stopped chanting, and we looked up. He said, "Go forth, Sons of Satan!" We slowly nodded our heads.
I wanted to see how I looked after being imbued with some unknown powers by the priest, and instead of looking in a mirror, I saw myself in the third person instantly. I had a wild smile on my face, my hair was grown out, and I had my goatee, and no mustache, just as in waking life, but the difference was that my hazel eyes were a super bright greenish blue. It was like when I would wear these blue tinted gas permeable contacts and they would make the green in my eyes stand out, but much brighter.
We walked out of the tent down two or three wooden steps. We were on a slope with short dry grass sparsely growing on the ground. We were in kind of a depression in the earth, shaped like a bowl. There were a couple people at a booth near the tent we exited. I walked toward them, and asked them, "Would you guys take a briiiiiiiiiiiiibe?" in a playful manner.
They took a couple steps toward me curious to know what I was talking about. I put up my index finger, stopping them, and said, "Ah, ah, don't answer that! Don't answer that."
There were some other booths set up around the rim of the "bowl." My companion and I walked down to the center of the bowl and entered a large tent. It was full of people partying. It was crowded and a little stuffy. All the people were wearing long robes and dresses of browns and some earthy greens. They were all rich nobility. There was a stage set up, about five feet high, yet it was empty. They were slowly sipping drinks in their hands out of small glasses of varying shapes.
There was a beautiful princess that was being fawned upon and flattered by all the people around her.

The Princess

She was tall, and looked half Black and half Arabian. She had short tiny bouncy dreadlocks, about eight inches long. Her hair was dark brown, and faded at the tips by the sun. Everyone was acting so fake and pretentious. I could tell the princess was getting annoyed, but she was trying to maintain her composure, and behave as was expected of her.
As I watched her, she suddenly pushed everyone away from her, and rushed toward the stage, pulling off her necklaces as she did it. She yelled, "I am just sick of all of this," and smashed her necklaces on the stage. One of the large necklaces broke, and wooden beads went everywhere.
I considered collecting the necklaces for my priest, but I didn't feel right about it. I thought, "It doesn't really matter." (a memory of lucidity, a semi-lucid moment.)
I picked up her necklaces, and some of the larger beads. I gathered them, and set them gently down on the stage. The crowd hushed, and moved away from the princess. They stood there staring. There were some servants moving about, hastily picking up the wooden beads from the broken necklace.
She leaned against the stage looking drained and frustrated, but she also had a sense of calm about her. I noticed the details of her face. She was very vivid and clear, like the incense burner. She had large dark brown eyes, straight eyelashes, a small pointy nose, full lips, and a heart-shaped face. She had a cute small pointy chin. I even noticed she had a few pimples and her face was a little oily.
I told her, "I know exactly how you feel." I caressed her face and kissed her cheek. She closed her eyes when I kissed her, and then when she opened them, she looked at me, but in a vacant way as if she was looking past me. She looked so drained, and I felt so sorry for her. I wanted to give her a hug, but I felt it would be inappropriate.
The emotional intensity of the moment woke me up.

Well, I did not dream about the pyramid, but I did get the sense of being in ancient Egypt which was pretty cool. The funny thing is, I can't remember how I gained lucidity. I forgot that part of the dream.
I get the sense that when I gained lucidity, I did not do a RC. It was just by dream signs, so, I lost it.
The last time I had a long lucid dream, I had to do a RC every few seconds to maintain my lucidity, because I could feel it slipping away.
I think I am going to let go of the Great Pyramids task, because I already saw one of them anyway. My mind may have made this up because going inside was too boring for me. I wanted to do it just to feel like I really achieved, but, was not really interested in exploring it.

When I had the dream about the Egyptian princess, I remembered to do a RC upon waking, because I have FA's all the time! It's often after an FA that I become lucid, because at that point, I expect everything to be as it is in waking life. Often times in dreams, I am in a state of semi-lucidity where I know it's a dream in the back of my mind, but I am having so much fun, that I don't really care to become fully lucid, or I am just getting distracted by all the cool stuff I see.

I think for my next dream goal, I will try to ground myself after becoming lucid to maintain dream stability. Grounding is something I do in waking life to feel centered and connected with the earth, and be in body as much as possible. No, I think rubbing hands is probably better. I think that works because two parts of your dream body are touching, and it makes your dream body more solid. Thanks for reading.

*NOTE: The next day, I saw two white stickers on the window of a pickup truck: One was of Horus, the other of Anubis. It was then I realized the priest was a priest of Anubis, The Embalmer, the (first) Egyptian god of the dead.

24.08.2009

BOOM (lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had this dream about a week ago. I am entering it because I haven't written it down yet, and it's significant to me.

I was in a house which was not mine, I did not recognize as such, but accepted it as reality. I was married to my ex-wife still. The situation was that she had cheated on me, but we stayed married, and tried to work it out. (In waking life she didn't confess to me until after she asked for a divorce.)
I walked down the hall toward the bedroom, thinking, "Well, it looks like I am not going to get laid tonight... again." I walked into the bedroom, and saw her lying in bed. As I grabbed the covers, I thought, "Well, at least she'll keep me warm." (At the time of the divorce, we had been living in Maine in the winter.)
Then I thought, "Wait a minute, I'm not married anymore. I'm divorced! This is a dream!"
I hated where I was, so I decided to try to change the setting. I stomped the floor and made a gesture with my hands, like I was shooting energy out of my fingertips. BOOM!
Everything disappeared from the room, and there were 2D images on four walls, a ceiling and a floor. Everything was bright and clear. A desert setting.
BOOM! A mountain.
BOOM! A beach setting.
It was like I was in a white room with images being projected on all six sides coming out of me. So, it wasn't like I actually changed the place, but I changed how it looked.
For a few days after this dream I wondered if all my dreams took place inside of a "dream box" that I was always in. That idea made me feel a little claustraphobic, and I eventually dismissed it. I realized that dream was a one-time thing, and just because I sort of changed the setting, which felt amazing, there was no great revelation, or deeper truth. What I did learn was that I have a lot more power in my dreams than I previously thought possible. It was actually this dream that made me look for a cool lucid dreaming forum, so it's definitely an important dream!

24.08.2009

Bat Friend (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I decided to try and meet one of my spirit guides, an alien of a race on another planet that has evolved from bat-like creatures. His name is Koomo.

(first person) I flew up into outer space to meet him. Suddenly, it flipped to third person. Koomo appeared behind me, with wings, which he never has. He looked like Shade Man from the Megaman games. He said something like, "We will be one!" And he wrapped great leathery wings around me. I was afraid he was going to bite me, or turn me into a vampire. My fear made me lose my lucidity. I thought or said, "No, wait, I don't want to eat people! I don't want to drink blood or be a vampire! I didn't know he was a vampire." Then I thought, "Oh wait, this is a dream!" But, I still felt afraid, and confused, because I thought he might be able to transform me into a vampire, and I would be like that forever. I wondered what I would look like as a vampire, and if he could really do that. As I thought too intently on these thoughts, I lost lucidity and dream stability at the same time.
So far, all my WILD's are these short, "mini dreams" with one little short scene or conversation, and my vision is usually blurry. But as I've been practicing, I have been losing awareness of my physical being, which is cool.

Personal Task Completed: Meet Koomo

24.08.2009

The Dragon Man (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at a party at my friend J's house in Arizona, (a place I haven't lived for years), in the living room. At the same time it looked like a living room in a house I lived in on Cape Cod. There were a bunch of nondescript White people milling about. It was a little crowded. There was a man with red scaly skin, and a dragon head standing in the corner, calmly gazing at me. I was captivated by his strangeness, and the detail of his scales. He seemed more real than the other people. My fascination made me lose lucidity. He had piercing eyes. He was wearing a black and white suit with no tie. He slowly sipped his drink, and seemed amused. I thought, "Who is that?" He spoke to me telepathically, "I am you. I am here, and I will always be here." Then I thought, "Oh right, this is a dream, you are -", and the dream lost stability and everything went black as it faded into the next.

(third person) I was standing on an isolated beach in front of sea cliffs. The tide was low, the waterline far away. There were sand dunes at the bottom of the cliffs. Right in front of me was a great red dragon laying on his stomach with his head resting on the ground in front of the cave. I zoomed in, and my persective changed to first person. The dragon had something like a jewel on his third eye. It was shaped like a pointy oval. I don't know what you call that shape. I thought or said, "You are too big to appear in all my dreams, you have to be a Dragon-Man or something."
He seemed annoyed. "Oh, you want me to transform? How 'bout like this!"
He transformed like a Transformer toy, and looked like the dragon version of Megatron from Beast Wars in his robot form. As he did it, the setting changed to some type of futuristic Tokyo at night. I was fascinated by the transformation, and the instant setting change, and I lost lucidity. He had jets coming out of his feet, and he hovered in front of me. He also was a lot smaller, maybe about seven feet tall. When he was in the cave, he was more like the size of Smaug in The Hobbit movie. He had a little smirk on his face. "No, no," I laughed. "You have to be a Dragon-Man, not a robot." He looked disappointed. "Because," I explained, "uh... because..." Then I thought, "Oh, right, this is a dream. But, why does he have to be a Dragon-Man?" I thought too intently on this question, and I lost lucidity and dream stabilty simultaneously.

26.08.2009

Hanging Gardens of Babylon (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I woke up earlier, and decided to go back to bed for a little bit longer. I imagined a chalkboard. I started writing on it backward: 100. I am dreaming. 99. I am dreaming. 98. I am dreaming. 97. I am dreaming. Around this time I started to get bored, so I imagined I was using telekinesis to make the chalk write on the chalkboard. Then, I started to get bored again, and I imagined a hot raver chick wearing a miniskirt and flourouscent clothes, bending over in front me and writing on the chalkboard.
Around 92 I began slipping into a dream. I decided to keep having someone or something write, "I am dreaming," just in case I wasn't dreaming, and just imagining. Also, I eventually would be dreaming, and I could maintain my lucidity as long as myself or someone kept writing that.
Then, I made the raver chick a hot latina with long straight dark brown hair, full lips, and long curly eyelashes. Then, I thought she'd be sexy as a teacher. So, she had on a black miniskirt, a business blouse, high heels, and glasses. Then, I thought, "What if she was a raver chick now also?" And then she was wearing big sparkly silver fake eyelashes, sparkly silver eyeshadow with purple on th edges, hot pink lipstick, a purple wig, and a vinyl miniskirt. I got bored of seeing the green chalkboard, so I had her write on the air in front of me in different colors.
That got boring, so I watched her getting banged from behind. That got boring, so I decided I would write it myself with telekinesis. That got boring, so I decided to transform into Pan. It worked! I had huge hairy arms, and smooth pale skin. I made hand movements to make the ever changing pen to write on the air with my telekinesis.
Then, I was on near a mountain pass watching myself as Pan from third person, bird's eye. I pushed boulders down the mountain the block a road the humans built, and to scare them. They came in covered wagons. I didn't trust them. I roared, and swung around my goat head, with huge curling sheep horns. I clenched my fists and stomped the ground, roaring at them. Shockwaves rippled out from my hooves, and as I raised my arms, spikes of rock shot up from the ground. The wagons were tilting because the cracked earth.
I turned away, grunting. As I walked, I magically made the trees and bushes grow at super speed to the trail using hand movements waving my hands from the ground to the sky.
Then, a group of archers that had been hiding in the forest ambused me, they all stood up instantly.
"None of you are real!" I bellowed, and swung my arm, palm facing downward, as if I was cutting them all in half, and all that was left was the smoldering bottom halves of their bodies. I was back in first person at this point.

I stopped, and opened my palm, looking at it. I made a little fireball hover in my palm. I decided to test my leaping ability. At this point I began to lose dream stability, so I decided to start writing, "I am dreaming," again. I kept making myself/Pan write I am dreaming all over the place. It was like magical graffiti. I wrote in on the ground with rocks, I burned the ground with a beam of light from my third eye, then I got bored, and began burning the words in the air on clear wood. I began to lose stability, but I wanted to test my jumping, so I began to forget about writing, "I am dreaming."
I bounded up the side of the mountain. Every time I landed, it was as easy as taking a step. At this point I began to wake up, so, I just laid there, and didn't move. I had to itch my ear. I couldn't help it. After a while, I began to feel this dark wave over my body. I tried to imagine what the Hanging Gardens must've looked like. Then I saw Pan bounding around in my mind. He was taunting me. "You want to see the Hanging Gardens? You want to see the Hanging Gardens?" Around this time, I began to slip back into a dream. Pan was jumping around on a terraced square mound of earth with some water going around it. It was kind of blurry. He kept taunting me. "You want to see the Hanging Gardens? Blam! You just did. Boring, huh?" I felt annoyed with Pan, because I agreed with him. I felt like I wasn't going to get to see them very well because I thought they were boring, and that annoyed me about myself. So, I decided to make Pan/Me write "I am dreaming," again. I continued the count backwards where I left off, promising myself, if I hit 50, I would get up, and hopefully it would be an FA. I sat down in the desert at night and wrote on the ground with fire from my mind.
http://ertacaltinoz.deviantart.com/a...bylon-98315699
EDIT: I actually found a picture of Pan at the Hanging Gardens of Babylon!
I saw the Hanging Gardens suddenly, and forgot about Pan. It was like a living green pyramid rising up out of the ground. It was like I was seeing the entire history of it, from the time of it's completion, to the time it disappeared. It was built far away from the city, not fed by irrigation from a river, but by an underwater spring. In order to see it, you had to ride horses to get there. The desert was so barren, and the Gardens so far, you would die if you tried walking from the city. The built an artesian well high in the air, and then built the Hanging Gardens around that. I kept asking questions in my mind, and they kept gettinng answered.
At the top of the Gardens were four huge date palms. There were trellises with vines hanging down between the palm trees. There were as many different species of plants that could thrive in an oasis as possible. There were terraced levels. The structure was built of stone, and then covered with earth. Birds started coming to roost in the trees and drink water.
There were waterfalls running down the sides into little streams.
There were guardians of the Gardens that lived in round mud huts around the gardens. They were excellent horsemen, soldiers, and botanists. They took care of the gardens, and guarded it also. Only the king and queen and the guardians were allowed to eat the food grown there. Some of the guardians' food was brought to them. The guardians also had excellent sight.
Two kinds of monkeys lived in the Gardens: some arboreal type, and babboons. Only the babboons ventured out into the desert plain, and ate lizards and things.
They had an elephant there on the top, to be the guardian spirit of the Gardens, and to impress the queen. There were daily shipments of food to feed the elephant, so it wouldn't eat the Gardens. It was a shy female elephant, with a sweet demeanor. It got lonely and died. The queen felt sorry for it. It was her friend. They brought a lion that had been raised by humans from a cub. It would hunt wild desert donkeys for food, and gazelles, then come back to the Gardens to sleep. The lion's roar scared away invaders. The queen didn't play with the lion like the guardians did. She would only pat its head, and tell it that it was a good boy.
The inside of the pyramid was hollow. Beams of light poured in through holes in the pyramid with them facing west and east, going up the sides of the pyramind. As the sun rose and set, there would always be sunlight in the room. The sunbeams were reflected all around the room with mirrors of metal. In the center was a huge diamond. The queen was the only one allowed in that room. She would do magic in it.
The water would flow up four pipes going up the sides of the pyramid to to the top center of the Gardens. The stone pipes were hidden, being covered with earth.
The queen would scry with a dish of water.
The queen died, curled up around the great diamond, and the Gardens became her tomb. The Gardens were abandoned. Roots grew into the stone pipes breaking them. All the plants died, as the spring went its own way. The desert covered the Gardens, and now an oasis sits there.
After I woke up, I felt like I had really been there, and I was getting my questions answered in an amazing way, so I kept asking questions. I saw these images in my head after waking. It felt like I was remembering.The queen and her guards would ride the fastest desert horses to get there in one night from the city. She would only ride horses, and only in one night, so the guardians of the Gardens would recognize that it was her from a distance, since the nomads always used camels. The guards would never allow people on camels to get near to the Gardens.

The location of The Gardens was kept secret from the Babylonians, but the nomads knew where they were. If anyone came close, they would ring bells and blow horns to sound the alarm. The watchmen would blow the horns and ring the bells signalling different things, like how threatening the people approaching were, how far away, the number, the direction they were, and such, so that if a guardian was asleep at the time, he could have everything figured out by the time he got suited up, and the people approaching had no idea there were coded signals. The guardians would ride out to them on horseback, and order them to flee the area. They had megaphones facing each cardinal direction with which they would warn people. If they did not start running their steeds away, the Guardians would kill them. There were two types of Guardians. One type would wield a bow-and-arrow and a dagger, and the other would wield a spear and a sword. The spearmen would charge in a line straight at the enemy, and the archers would take the flanks, angling toward the enemy. As soon as the archers got within range, their horses would all stop instantly, then they would fire over the enemy as the spearmen held out their spears like lances. This was only a threat and a distraction, as they almost always launched their spears, then charged into the fray, swords drawn. After the archers fired all their arrows, if the battle was still going on, the would ride up on other horsemen, or men on camels from behind, and climb on to their steed, and slit their throats. The archers were highly agile, and could leap from standing on one horse, on to the back of another, slitting riders' throats with their daggers. The archers were wiry, strong fast men, with horses that could stop and turn on a dime. They would zigzag and fire from a moving horse sometimes to confuse the enemy. The spearmen were big men on a large breed of horse only used in the military. These men had heavier armor, as did their horses. These horses had metal blades on their hooves to trample men on foot, and they were trained to do it. The horses also had metal horns strapped over their foreheads, but this was mostly for intimidation, since horses don't have a butting instinct. The intimidation worked. Attackers thought they were being charged by men riding unicorns.
The Guardians rarely met their match, but there were always stateless raiders wandering about the desert that didn't want to work for a living who were a constant threat.

26.08.2009

Task of the Month, August 2009 (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't remember how I became lucid, but I was at my favorite club, and I asked my friend, this pretty woman, C., who was standing behind the bar, "How does it feel to be a character in my dream?" She smiled a benign smile like she always does. She said, "It feels fine." I wasn't satisfied with this answer as a I have asked DC's this repeatedly, and gotten similar answers. I told her, "Look, I know I am dreaming, and I know you are a character in my dream, so I want you to tell me, what are your thoughts?"
She said, "Well, I am you, so your thoughts are my thoughts."
I asked her, "Do you have feelings? emotions?"
"Your emotions are my emotions," she replied.
I still wasn't satisfied. "Well, do you live your own life?"
"Of course," she answered, "I'm living it right now."
"What about when I'm not dreaming? Where do you go? Are you alive then?"
"I go into your subconcious, and live there." She seemed sweetly amused that I already didn't know the answer to the questions.
I think this is the longest conversation I have ever had with a dream character, because I usually get bored of conversations. Oftentimes, they just speak gibberish.

27.08.2009

Do Not Resist (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was on a street in a generic surburban neighborhood. It felt like an '80's movie set. A security guard ran out and tackled me. He got on top of me, and began shouting, "Do not resist! Do not resist!"
I thought, "Fuck, if I do not resist, the cops are going to come and arrest me again. Fuck that!"
I broke his hold on me, and punched him in the face. Then I thought, "Wait a minute. This already happened to me. I am dreaming!" I started stomping on his ribs, crushing his ribcage. I screamed at him, "You aren't even real, you worthless dream character!" Then, I stomped on his face, crushing his skull. His skin became like foam rubber. His blood was like dark red jello. My shoe prints were all in his face. I felt satisfied.

I got arrested for graffiti a couple months ago, and I got tackled and choked by security guards. This dream felt great.

This dream is the one that got me interested in finding an online lucid dreaming forum. I had this dream about a week and a half ago.

21.08.2009

Anti-Gravity (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have been practicing looking at my hands during the day for a RC. I say when I do it, "Look at your hands. This is a dream." I don't remember all the details of this dream because I didn't write it down right away. I had this dream a few days ago.

I don't remember where I was, or the situation, but I had a lucid epiphany. To make sure, I said, "Look at your hands, you are dreaming." My hands looked normal, but I could tell I was in a dream for some reason. I decided to go flying. I crouched down, and leapt out with my hands in front of me, as if I was doing a barefoot bodysurfing take-off. I flew away. I felt my lucidity waning because I was so exhilirated by the flight, so I did another RC. I had to keep doing RC's every so many seconds, but it was the longest lucid dream I have ever had. I kept practicing taking off and flying. I flew outside. It was night outside, and I was in a forest.

Oftentimes when I have flying dreams, I end up uncontrollably rocketing toward the sky. It's like I am being repelled by gravity. The further I get away from earth, the faster I go. I usually try and fly back down, but instead lose control, drop like a rock, and wake up because of the fear. But, since I was lucid, I was unafraid.
I felt myself being rocketed toward the sky.I told myself, "Look at your hands, this is a dream. Keep flying." I put my arms down at my sides and looked forward, which is another bodysurfing position. I flew up past the atmosphere. I saw beautiful stars, planets, galaxies, the sun. I was so amazed by the beauty, I lost lucidity. I thought to myself, "Wow, there is so much life in outer space." As I gazed around fascinated by the celestial bodies, my vision "smeared", everything became streaks, and I woke up.
This was a very significant dream, because I was able to maintain lucidity for a prolonged period by doing frequent RC's. I would like to be able to maintain lucidity for a long time by doing only one RC though.I love this dream journal software program by the way! It rocks.

31.05.2008

Soul Scream (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

May 31, 2008, 11:41 AM

Last night I had an interesting conversation about lucid dreaming, psychedelics, and shamanistic elements of hallucinogens, and the reality of the spirit world. This coquettish woman told me that she learned from a White man’s book who had experiences with Indian shamans in Mexico, that the shaman would tell him to always look at his hands in his dreams to become lucid. This morning I woke up, went home, read some of The Dark Nights of the Soul particularly about Hekate, embracing our dark side, realizing that times of darkness in our lives are as natural as night and day, seasons, and tides. Then, I went to sleep again.
I dreamed that I was watching some Vietnam war movie. It was a movie made in the 90’s, something like “Full Metal Jacket,” or “Platoon“. The funny thing about Platoon is it’s my (ex)-wife’s favorite war movie, but I have never seen the whole thing. (Note: I was going through divorce at the time of this writing.) But, when I watched it, it was more like I was floating above the action of the movie, maybe having an out-of-body experience.
I was in the United States, somewhere in New England. It appeared to be a college during autumn. I was suddenly outside back in fisrt person. It seemed as if it was a Saturday, for the campus was sparsely populated. There was a couple walking arm in arm down a bike path, enjoying the leaves and the wind. I saw a vaguely masculine blur on a bicycle go by, and some blond girl in glasses was chasing him on her bike, laughing, her ponytail blowing in the wind like a mare‘s mane. She was a plain Jane, yet I was jealous. Not because I wanted her, but jealous of their couple-happiness. I said in my head, “I hate this dream!” I hated being jealous, I hated being sad, I hated being alone, I hated being in New England, I hated the cold wet weather sticking to my bones. At that point, I realized it was a dream, and I became lucid. I screamed. I did not necessarily want to wake up, as is my usual motive for screaming in a dream, but I had been wanting to unleash a primal scream for quite some time, but I had not because I have not allowed myself to admit that for some reason. I think maybe because I don’t want to admit how deeply sad and severely angry I am.
So, I threw my head back, and screamed.
I screamed like a savage. I screamed like an ancient Pict jumping on the spear of a Roman invader. I screamed like a young initiate enduring a tortuous rite of passage into manhood. I screamed like a man betrayed by his wife. I screamed, and my ancestors screamed with me. The shamans, the conquerors, the barbarians, the slaves, screamed with me. I could feel my lungs shredding my vocal cords. I could feel my throat getting hoarse. I could feel my brain rattling in my skull. I could feel my scream resonating in my chest. I placed my hands on my face and my neck, and my screams were vibrating my hands. My fingers curled with tension. I felt like the man in the painting looking at the mushroom cloud, knowing he had only seconds to live. I knew I must be screaming in my bed in real life, but I didn’t care. This scream had been welling up in me for months, or even years. I screamed because I am full of a dark, quiet rage. I screamed.
I screamed, and the sky turned a shade of deep amethyst.
I flew up above the trees.
I saw a bright light on the horizon, which I flew toward, but was blown back by a hot wind, as if it was from the desert. There was some kind of cloud obscuring my view of the light. I thought the light could be the sun, or a nuclear bomb blast, but I did not care. I wanted to go to it. The light disappeared. I swooped down, skimming the orange treetops, and I woke up. My mouth felt dry, but my throat felt no pain. Six other people in the house remained undisturbed. I did not scream, “in real life” yet those screams after screams were the most passionate and primeval ever unleashed from the depths of my being.

30.08.2009

In Which I Visit My Spirit Guide's Planet (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't remember at what point I became lucid. I went to sleep with the intention of seeing Koomo's planet. I went to sleep trying to WILD, but this had to have been a DILD because I woke up on the middle of the night. Koomo is one of my spirit guides. He lives on another planet where the dominant species evolved from bats. He is my spirit guide when he dreams, and vice versa. He has dark, almost black skin, two arms, two legs, is covered with fine brown hair, is wiry, slanted eyes, high cheekbones, a pointy nose and chin, and pointed ears. His race has long fingers and toes. His race has evolved to have no wings. I saw a series of scenes, and learned from them. I will write the scene in italics.


Koomo showed me some of his past in images.
Scene 1) Childhood
Koomo is a child running down a city street. The city is grey and bombed out. There are soldiers with orange gliders in the sky. They have jets so they can also fly upwards also. The soldiers fire a rocket at the street. Koomo hears the rocket being launched, and runs faster. He trips, and somersaults into a building as the rocket explodes. He hides behind a wall breathing hard. He is alone. His planet or at the least the part where he lives erupted into a civil war when he was a child. The rebel faction lives amongst the the dominant faction.

Scene 2) Birth
Koomo is born, and his little baby body is covered by his leathery wings. For a second they don't know what the wings are, until he unfolds then and starts crying. Everyone in the room is amazed and worried. Some people are even afraid of him for a second even though he's a baby.
Koomo was born with wings, an evolutionary throwback. It would be like if one of us was born with a prehensile tail. His parents hid his wings because the society would think that he was a lesser evolved form, as we would think of an ape-man. He would secretly fly at night in the woods by himself.

Scene 3) Fighting in the War
Koomo is flying over the city wearing armor and wielding a firearm. His wings are fully exposed. He roars at the the enemy and fires. The enemy soldiers are afraid when they see his natural wings. They think he is some kind of missing link or monster. His wings get shot up. He growls in anger.
He joined the war, and exposed his wings. The enemy soldiers were afraid of him, just as we would be afraid of an ape-man. He is more manuverable than the enemy soldiers in flight.

Scene 4) Guardian of the Temple
Koomo is sitting on the corner on a roof of a wooden temple barely visible from the air. It is hidden far away from cities in the woods. on a mountain. He is looking far out, scanning everything in sight. He looks older, and has a sense of wisdom about him. His fur is thin still, but longer. The wind blows, making ripples across his fur. He seems quietly fierce. He looks majestic and noble. The feeling I get from looking at his is the same one I get when I when I see Bengal tigers.
He quit the war to find himself. He got so lost in the cause, he didn't know who he was. He got tired of hiding his wings, and he got tired of being treated like a freak if he exposed them. He joined a hidden temple far away from the city. Now he flies to the top of the monastery, and sits there guarding it.

Personal Task complete: Visit Koomo's planet

01.09.2009

Temple of Artemis (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was on the edge of a forest looking into a bog with Pan at The Temple of Artemis of Ephesus. It was night. The temple was dark, and looked mysterious. There were will'o'wisps floating about. The temple looked black and was enshrouded in mist, and had torches about it, lighting it.
I forgot about this dream, which I had a couple days ago, but when I tried to WILD back to the temple, I was right back in it.
There had been a disembodied voice, a narrator, speaking about the temple as if I was watching a documentary. This voice turned into a gnome with red wooly hair, a short beard, and no moustache. He was small, about maybe three feet high, and had short legs and arms, and small fat hands. He had large eyes, and a silly grin on his. face. Pan was on my left, and the gnome was on the other side.
The dream began to lose stability.
I focused on looking at the temple. It became blurry. I wanted to go to it. I became Pan, and the dream began to gain stability again. I looked down at the mud, and touched the trees.
I looked at the temple, and a giant marble foot came down from the sky and smashed it.
I began to wake up, but I didn't like that ending. I wanted to go inside.
I reentered the dream. I transformed into a frog to jump across the bog, but the dream began to lose stability as I tried to stay in my frog body. I kept sliding out of it into third person, and then I wasn't sure if the frog was me. I felt like the gnome was encouraging me to walk on water telepathically.

I turned back into Pan, and was at the edge of the forest again. The gnome looked up at me, smiling. I decided I could walk on water, being a god, though my great hooves sunk into the mire. So, I ran right across the water to the steps leading up to the temple. Now, the temple seemed white, though still shadowy. It was sitting on a mound of earth about maybe 8 or 9 feet high, gently sloping up toward the temple.

I walked up the temple steps. I walk past great pillars into the temple. I saw a white marble statue that was about twelve to fourteen feet high from its base on a pedestal that was about five feet high. Artemis had many breasts, and was holding a staff in her left hand. She was wearing necklaces, bracelets, and something on her head. She had a type of skirt on.

I saw a meteorite sitting on an iron pedestal. That isn't the right word, but I can't think of what to call it. Anyway, the rock was oblong, and about 5 feet across. I could feel power coming out of the rock. It didn't really seem to have anything to do with Artemis.

I didn't have much time to look at the statue, before a beautiful priestess ran out from the shadows wearing a gossamer white and gold robe, with a gold circlet in her hair shaped like stars.
She was pale, and had silver hair. She looked like an elf. She was wearing bangles on her wrists, and had a necklace with a teardrop shaped pendant on it. She threw her arms around me, and started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. She climbed up on me, and slid down my manhood. I was so shocked by how real it felt, I woke up.

Often times it's because of the intense emotion of a moment that I wake up. I am trying to learn not to be too amazed by anything in life, so I will react less, in general. I still want to appreciate moments in life, but not be so amazed I forget to appreciate the moment, and take it all in.

This was the first time I was able to re-enter a dream I had the night before. This was also the first time I forgot a dream, then remembered it the next night. I think that leprechaun like gnome is a dream guide.

Wow, I just realized the priestess was Selene, the moon goddess.
And this is the part where you think I'm crazy. That's okay. I think you're crazy, too.
Selene is the name of a spirit, a lover of mine from a past life. She shared space with my ex-wife since my ex has kind of a proto-soul. She inhabited my ex to be with me, then she left. That was the same time my wife and I fell out of love with each other.

Dream goals accomplished:
Visit Temple of Artemis
Meet a dream guide
Walk on Water

02.09.2009

In which I meet Morpheus, the god of dreams (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Since I have been able to easily transform into Pan, and Selene, the moon goddess, appeared in the Temple of Artemis to make love to me, I thought it would be cool to try and meet Morpheus, the god of dreams, and add another chapter to my Greek epic series of dreams. I got the idea from Endymion. Thanks for the inspiration, bro'!
I used the music induction, and it worked really well. It became a soundtrack to my dream, and I could hear the voice saying, "this is a dream," keeping me lucid. When the music became silent, the dream would begin to fade. I tried this with music once before, but I had it playing too quietly that time.

I decided I would become Pan. I was on the edge of a half-dead swamp. It was a creepy slimpy place. The trees were all dead or half-dead, black and gnarled. Moss hung from their branches and blew in the wind like half-decomposed rags still clinging to the corpse of someone hung from a tree, and left to rot. A greenish slime grew over everything, turning black like mold when dead.

In front of me was a narrow stone bridge over a chasm. On the other side of the bridge was a great wrought iron gate, about maybe thirty feet high, with spikes at the top.http://sameer.deviantart.com/art/gat...rpheus-3154290 The gate looked ancient, and was leaning on its hinges. It looked like it hadn't been opened for decades or centuries, but was still very strong. The gate was right up against the edge of the bridge, so you had to stand on the bridge as the gate opened to go inside.

The bridge looked weak and dangerous.

There were two giant slimy monsters on each side of the gate, black and bulbous. Imagine a worm that is shaped like a sphere. They were covered in different sized eyes, and had little mouths ringed with tiny sharp teeth. They pulsed, and made disgusting slurping noises. I ignored them to weaken them.

I didn't want to cross the bridge, for fear it might collapse under me. I wanted the gate to be opened first.

I stood at the edge of the bridge, and bellowed, "Morpheus! Morpheus, open the gate!" Hollow laughter echoed all around me. I got angry and stomped on the ground, sending a shockwave forward, destroying the bridge. It fell into the chasm. I started to float across the chasm toward the gate. The chasm was filled with writhing pale white worms, about the size of a child's leg, like great parasites. The reached up and grabbed me, and pulled me down into them, up to my waist. They were crawling all over my legs, and were beginning to creep up my torso.

"This is a dream. Therefore I feel no pain." (I told myself this, because sometimes I actually feel pain in dreams.) "Morpheus!" I screamed angrily. I was hoping the worms would stop or disappear, but they did not let go. "I can fly, even as Pan," I told myself. With a roar, I shot straight up into the air, breaking the worms' grip on me.

I hovered in a standing position. I saw the castle of the Lord of Dreams in the distance, the base shrouded in mist. It was huge, towering hundreds of feet into the sky, built of obsidian, and each tower was a great spike.

http://hideyoshi.deviantart.com/art/...stle-122173357

The bird in the song became a little zombie songbird watching me from a tree. I felt like it was amused at the worms attacking me. It seemed to be mocking me with its song. Just then, dozens of tiny zombie songbirds came at me from all directions, landing on me, and tearing into my flesh. "This is a dream, I feel no pain." I had to remind myself again.

I transformed into a giant fly. My exoskeleton was too hard for them to penetrate. The birds fell off me, no longer able to maintain their grip. I then transformed into a honeybee, thinking a bee's exoskeleton is harder, just in case the birds came back for a second attack.

Everything looked like a strange kaleidoscope through my bee eyes, and I transformed back into Pan so I had more human like vision. I focused on the castle, and started flying toward it in a vertical position, suddenly the gate was blocking my path. I felt the presence of the two monsters on my right and left, but I ignored them. I grabbed the gate, and ripped it off of its hinges, as it dug into my flesh to punish me for my impudence.

I began flying toward the castle again. As I flew, the castle maintained its distance. "Morpheus! I demand to see you!"

The music stopped. The castle disappeared. Everything disappeared, including my body. I was floating in a great white void. I went into third person to see myself, and all I could see was my soul, a faint flame, and white everywhere, no shadows, no colors, no shapes. The void frightened me, and then I reminded myself it was a dream.

Morpheus then appeared. He was a tall pale bald man with large bushy black eyebrows, and tiny piercing icy bue eyes, in a long dark robe, purple and black. There were spikes coming up out of his shoulders like armor. He looked at me sternly, then began walking without saying a word. I fell into step next to him, then his appearance changed to Morpheus from The Matrix, then, dozens and dozens of different random people like the Scramble Suit in A Scanner Darkly.

He stopped. The music changed, or started up again, and beautiful vines grew and swirled around us on the ground. Grass, bushes and trees grew up around us, and animals began to inhabit the forest. I tried to remember questions I wanted to ask him.

He spoke first. "I, together with my brothers, create every dream and every nightmare for you. We are beauty, and ugliness, ecstasy and pain. We are everything you love, and everything you seek to destroy."

The dream started to lose clarity at this point, so I stared down at my arms. I had large hairy Pan arms. I kept staring at my arms until the skin looked very real.

He looked at me staring down at my arms, and was amused. Suddenly, we were in a room in his castle. It looked like a wizard's study. He was sitting in a chair on a short pedestal, maybe four inches off of the ground. Strewn about the room were many books. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and there were books on the tables. There was a huge globe next to him, a huge stone sphere which was a pale translucent green, with a thread fo gold going through it. I kneeled down to look at the globe, fascinated by its beauty. There were various strange magical odds and ends, but I didn't pay much attention to them, for the face of Morpheus kept changing still, but his clothes no longer did. Suddenly his appearance stopped changing, and he looked like a stern wizard again. I tried to remember my questions.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am everyone you ever have met and everyone you ever will meet in a dream. I am you. I am everyone and no one at the same time."

"How do I stay lucid longer?"

He paused, and chuckled. "You already know, or you will know, or you have known all your life." Then, I felt him communicating telepathically to me: You are lucid right now. You know this is a dream. You know what you need to do. You don't need to ask me anything. You already have the answer, for I am you, O great Pan. (The phrase "O great Pan," he said sarcastically, as if he knew I wasn't Pan himself, but only me becoming Pan in my dreams. Of course he would know that I was not Pan, him being me.) I couldn't think of any more questions, and the dream ended.

Personal dream goals accomplished:
Meet Morpheus, god of dreams
Fly in a vertical position

Powers exercised:
transforming into Pan
transforming into other animals
super strength
flight
shockwaves

04.09.2009

AP - Healing (An Astral Journey)

NON-DREAM DREAM ASTRAL PROJECTION

This is an experiment I tried in order to help heal a friend's eyes. She had snapped herself in both open eyes with a large exercise rubberband. I feel a strong affection for this woman, though I have not acted on it, because I am a poor man, and I can't afford to take a woman out, but I am okay with that for now. The reason I note this is because I believe healing energies based on love will be most powerful.
Firstly, I asked her in a text if I could do an experiment and try to heal her eyes from a lucid dream. She said, "Ok."
As I was falling asleep, I thought about my friend, R., who's dream I had viewed so many years ago, and freaked her out. I didn't know what would happen if I tried this with L. She told me she had attended a lucid dreaming workshop a couple years ago, and her dreams for two nights were so intense that she didn't fully get into the workshop. I feel like she is very psychic though she doesn't talk about it, and she might be able to see me in her dream. I didn't want her to feel invaded.
So, I decided to try and send healing energies as I was doing a sitting meditation. I visualized sparkling red energy flowing in an arch out of me, and across the mountains to the valley she she lives in, but I felt like I couldn't focus my energy that far away.
I decided to to astral projection instead. I laid down in bed, and focused on going into the astral plane. I didn't want to go to the physical plane because she might've sensed my presence in the room, like a ghost, which can be very startling for some people.
I floated up and away, and I asked my angel spirit guide to come to me. I asked him/her (he's actually genderless, but told me to call him Michael) to imbue me with angelic energy. He merged with me, and I felt a white glow of light throughout.
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I flew across the mountains to her valley. I focused on her energy signature.
I saw her energy like a human nervous system. There were green and gold sparkly lights moving through her, and her eyes were glowing red, pulsing.
I stood by her head, and placed my hands over her eyes, and asked for healing energies to flow through me. I raised one hand toward the cosmos, and first red, then green and gold light flowed down into her eyes. Then, I floated through her, like water flowing over fruit in a colander, and passed through, to leave the healing energy of my angel on her.
Then, I returned to my body. I wondered if I had helped. I decided to go to sleep. The next day she told me the whole story of what happened with her injury. I had only known she hurt her eyes. She went to the eye doctor the day she was injured. Her vision was blurred, especially in the right eye, and she lost some pigment. She went home, practiced some chi gong, and went to sleep. (This is when I did the above.) The next day, her eyes felt better. She visited the eye doctor, and he was surprised that she had healed so fast.
I may or may not have helped. She is in very good health, so I can't really tell, but I'd like to do more experiments like this.

04.09.2009

AP - base desires (An Astral Journey from Sleep)

NON-AP NON-LUCID AP LUCID AP

I am writing this in my dream journal for I believe that astral projection and dreams though different, are so similar this is the best place to record my AP experiences. This may have been induced by me practicing AP recently, posting about it, and thinking about it. Also, I attempted to fall asleep in a dream yoga position, but I couldn't.

FA

I stand up, to get out of bed. I have a certain feeling that I only do when I AP. It feels like though I am in the present, and in reality, my body is weightless. I do an AP RC, which for me is levitating/flying. I float up off of the floor. "Aha! I am astral projecting! Cool!" I floated through my window into the air, hovering about 12 feet above the sidewalk outside my bedroom window. There had been a drunk man talking and laughing to himself across the street earlier that I had been watching before I went to sleep. I wanted to make sure he was not going to be violent. He seemed harmless, so I let him be. I decided to check if that man was still there. I saw a man (I couldn't tell if it was him, because I didn't get a good look at him in the first place, since it was dark) walking away from the place on the sidewalk where he had been talking to himself before I went to sleep. I watched him leave my neighborhood.
I lost a little control, and I felt myself floating around directionlessly. I focused on a water meter cover on the sidewalk to connect and ground myself. After I felt I had more control, I wondered what to do. I thought about spying on a hot married female neighbor of mine. I had been horny when I went to bed. For some reason, whenever I AP from my sleep, and become aware, I always want to see if I can see naked chicks.
I felt a little guilty, but I decided to go for it anyway, telling myself no one would ever know anyway. Then, I realized she's probably sleeping, which would be very boring. I looked around for a house with a light on, hoping to find some hot chick to watch take a shower. Everything quickly turned back, and I went into a dreamless sleep.

I think my Higher Self always prevents me from seeing this because it's wrong. I am a single man. I haven't had sex in about six months.

Lessons learned:
Strive for higher vibration acts when astral projection.
Have a specific goal of either exploration, learning, or helping.
Ignore base desires when AP'ing or you will lose your projection.

21.08.2009

September 2009 Task Attempt #3 (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lucidity: 10/10
Clarity: 9/10
Length: short

I don't remember what the dream sign was, I don't even remember the setting at the moment, but I said, "I am lucid!" I was at my pastor's house from when I was a kid. I was standing in the parking lot of the townhouse complex. I walked on to the patio. I said, "I am lucid!" again. I had very strong lucidity at this point, I would say 10/10. I actually felt like I was completely awake. I thought, "Wow, this dream is is so clear, and I haven't woken up. Cool!"
Then, I rubbed my hands together to increase clarity. I started touching things; a table, a chair, an umbrella, a wooden fence, and the ground. I stared at the ground, and looked at all the details. This made the clarity go all the way up about 9/10. Every time I touched something, I said, "Iam lucid!" I felt such joy and power.
I looked into the house, and I saw some people through the sliding glass door. They appeared to be naked women. "Hmm, I wonder if I can actually touch them. I wonder if it will feel real?"
I walked to the sliding glass door. I looked at the glass. I decided to try and walk through it. Bloop! It felt like walking through a soap bubble pane. It was exactly like the cartoon where Mickey Mouse goes to Wonderland. When I got to the other side, there was a sexy nude Caucasian girl in front of me.

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Then the dream slowly faded to black.

I don't think I needed to let the dream fade, but I just accepted that it was over. I think I could've linked to another dream, or tried to maintain lucidity even as the dream faded.

Personal Goals Accomplished:
Increase Clarity
Increase Tactile sense

Personal Dream Goals nearing accomplished:
Walk through a mirror
Have sex in a dream

Task of the month: The tree thing
Total miss!

Lessons learned:
-I have to constantly remind myself that I am dreaming in order to maintain lucidity, for some reason, at least for now.

-Rubbing your hands together is an awesome way to solidify a dream, as is touching things, and staring at something simple, like the ground. I am going to try and stop and take it all in next time.

-I can have realistic sex dreams.

- I should practice dream linking when the scene fades to black. I am going to try the rope trick.

Haha, I had to have a look after you mentioned the sex LD in the task of the month.

I have my dream journal rss fed to my facebook notes, so my friends can read them. So it was interesting to see how you managed it. Thanks for the picture

Originally Posted by Jonny the Nameless

Haha, I had to have a look after you mentioned the sex LD in the task of the month.

I have my dream journal rss fed to my facebook notes, so my friends can read them. So it was interesting to see how you managed it. Thanks for the picture

Yaay! My first reply to my dream journal! I'd like some of my friends to read some of my dreams, but not all... Like I have one where I engaged in autofellatio. Weird! I'd rather just be anonymous about that.

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

04.09.2009

AP - Healing (An Astral Journey)

NON-DREAM DREAM ASTRAL PROJECTION

This is an experiment I tried in order to help heal a friend's eyes. She had snapped herself in both open eyes with a large exercise rubberband. I feel a strong affection for this woman, though I have not acted on it, because I am a poor man, and I can't afford to take a woman out, but I am okay with that for now. The reason I note this is because I believe healing energies based on love will be most powerful.
Firstly, I asked her in a text if I could do an experiment and try to heal her eyes from a lucid dream. She said, "Ok."
As I was falling asleep, I thought about my friend, R., who's dream I had viewed so many years ago, and freaked her out. I didn't know what would happen if I tried this with L. She told me she had attended a lucid dreaming workshop a couple years ago, and her dreams for two nights were so intense that she didn't fully get into the workshop. I feel like she is very psychic though she doesn't talk about it, and she might be able to see me in her dream. I didn't want her to feel invaded.
So, I decided to try and send healing energies as I was doing a sitting meditation. I visualized sparkling red energy flowing in an arch out of me, and across the mountains to the valley she she lives in, but I felt like I couldn't focus my energy that far away.
I decided to to astral projection instead. I laid down in bed, and focused on going into the astral plane. I didn't want to go to the physical plane because she might've sensed my presence in the room, like a ghost, which can be very startling for some people.
I floated up and away, and I asked my angel spirit guide to come to me. I asked him/her (he's actually genderless, but told me to call him Michael) to imbue me with angelic energy. He merged with me, and I felt a white glow of light throughout.
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I flew across the mountains to her valley. I focused on her energy signature.
I saw her energy like a human nervous system. There were green and gold sparkly lights moving through her, and her eyes were glowing red, pulsing.
I stood by her head, and placed my hands over her eyes, and asked for healing energies to flow through me. I raised one hand toward the cosmos, and first red, then green and gold light flowed down into her eyes. Then, I floated through her, like water flowing over fruit in a colander, and passed through, to leave the healing energy of my angel on her.
Then, I returned to my body. I wondered if I had helped. I decided to go to sleep. The next day she told me the whole story of what happened with her injury. I had only known she hurt her eyes. She went to the eye doctor the day she was injured. Her vision was blurred, especially in the right eye, and she lost some pigment. She went home, practiced some chi gong, and went to sleep. (This is when I did the above.) The next day, her eyes felt better. She visited the eye doctor, and he was surprised that she had healed so fast.
I may or may not have helped. She is in very good health, so I can't really tell, but I'd like to do more experiments like this.

I have a sick friend I have also tried to heal through my dreams. I haven't had as much success as you had here. That is amazing!

Well, I don't know if I had success or not, but I think I may have helped. I say keep trying with your friend anyway. It can't hurt!

Wow, Nomad...
Your Morpheus dream was honestly one of the most amazing dreams I have ever read. Way better than my paltry attempts. I am so jealous of your ability to transform into basically whatever you want at will. Do you have a particular technique you use to achieve this? It sounds like when you were a fly, you could see as a fly sees (many eyes/greater range than a human). Is this true?

Do you have any idea how long the dream was? If it was as long as it seems to me, I can only imagine how epic your dreams will be when you start taking supplements.

I have a suggestion that you may or may not be aware of: approaching "negative entities" (such as the zombie songbirds or the worms) by asking them, "who are you?" and/or giving them a hug or something. Basically show them that you're friendly and not afraid of them. This was a big part of the "overcoming nightmares" section in Stephen LaBerge's Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming.

Keep up the good work man - I look forward to reading your journal regularly from now on

Originally Posted by endymion

Wow, Nomad...
Your Morpheus dream was honestly one of the most amazing dreams I have ever read. Way better than my paltry attempts. I am so jealous of your ability to transform into basically whatever you want at will. Do you have a particular technique you use to achieve this? It sounds like when you were a fly, you could see as a fly sees (many eyes/greater range than a human). Is this true?

Do you have any idea how long the dream was? If it was as long as it seems to me, I can only imagine how epic your dreams will be when you start taking supplements.

I have a suggestion that you may or may not be aware of: approaching "negative entities" (such as the zombie songbirds or the worms) by asking them, "who are you?" and/or giving them a hug or something. Basically show them that you're friendly and not afraid of them. This was a big part of the "overcoming nightmares" section in Stephen LaBerge's Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming.

Keep up the good work man - I look forward to reading your journal regularly from now on

That is the first time I transformed into a fly. Once when I was playing didjeridoo with my eyes closed, I went into The Dreamtime, and I had insect eyes. We all have different powers, based on the archetypes in our subconscious. One thing we share is the ancient Greek religion archetypes.

Thanks for the suggestion. I will try that next time before I get pissed and kill someone in a lucid dream. I think the first part of the dream was like a nightmare, and the second part a pleasant dream. I like my fantastic nightmarish adventures, for even when non-lucid, I am semi-lucid because of the unreal nature of the "nightmare", so I am never really afraid. My true nightmares are simple realistic dreams with no lucidity, like still being married to my ex-wife.

Drugs: Cannabis, two rebreathed bong rips
Music: Psy Trance
Position: Shavasana
Lucidity: 9/10
Clarity: 3/10 to 8/10 varying greatly

09.09.2009

In Which I Visit the Statue of Zeus, and Do Leaf Magic (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I can't remember the beginning... oh well.

I am Pan. I have the head and legs of a goat, the horns of a ram, and the torso of a man. I am the god of the forest and nature. I flew through space, and landed on the moon. There were ghost images floating all over the moon. "Holy shit, there are a lot of people here," I thought.

I saw someone I was looking for. I was me again. She looked like color of rose quartz, and I was a pale green spirit. She grabbed my hands, and said, "I found you." The dream began to fade to black.

I said, "I am in space." I looked around at the stars. I kept looking at them. I said, "Increase clarity," which made it worse. I relaxed and just looked around. After a few minutes, I could see again,and I made it back to the moon. I called someone's name. I couldn't find her. I decided to just have fun on the moon. I bounded around the moon.

I felt a sentient sadness under my hooves. I stopped. I felt creatures talking to me in pictures, under the ground. I floated down into the grey soil. The creatures showed me how they used to be. Suddenly I was one of them, a strange multi-colored worm, with a giant grin on my worm face, with many large flat teeth. I was sliding through cracks in the rocks with ease and speed. As the beats went, the colors of my body pulsed with rainbow glows. I went back into me, and the creatures showed me that they all died eaons ago, as they all tried to make it to the surface. Somehow they lost what little water they had. Now there are some dormant organisms at the center of the moon, waiting for water.

A tower sprung up out of the moon. A huge man-made communcation tower the size of skyscraper. The creatures began growing on it until it was completely covered. Now they looked like algae. The creatures told me they were protecting the tower, and their bodies were altering the waves going out of the tower adding a biological harmonic to it. I grabbed the ladder rungs on the tower, and climbed it. I spun around, and looked at the earth.

I jumped off the tower, and flew down to earth, arms at my sides. I became transparent. Streaks came off of me. I landed on earth in a forest, and shockwaves came out from my hooves, blowing leaves off the trees. The leaves suddenly froze in the air, as I squatted. As I leapt into outer space, I spun around, and pointed my hands at the earth. The leaves swirled around and landed on the trees.

I landed back on the moon, and jumped back and forth between the earth and moon in a few seconds in each leap. I jumped off the moon, and flew back to the earth again. I landed in a forest. I took a huge inhale, and turned my head sucking all the leaves off of the trees into my mouth in a cone shape in front of me. My cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. With a godly exhale, I blew all the leaves back on the trees again.

I jumped up in the air and hovered about 80 feet above the ground. I flew forward in a vertical position, and spun around, arms at my sides, clockwise. I sucked the leaves off of trees in a whirlwind, and then the leaves would land right back where the came off the trees. I moved my green whirlwind forward faster. I stuck my arms out at my sides, and made the whirlwind tilt left and right.

I raised my arms toward the sky, and made another leaf tornado on top of me, so it was an hourglass shape.

I saw some mountains in the distance ahead of me. I released the leaves, and flew toward the temple of Zeus. The temple grew larger in my vision as I approached it. It was sitting on a mound in the foothills of Mount Olympus. There were no other buildings around it. It was at the edge of the forest.

I ran up the steps, and ran down a great hall. It was so long, I couldn't see the statue. The dream clarity started to fade, so I decided to keep running down the hall until the clarity increased again.

The pillars were flying by me, and I enjoyed the feeling of running at breakneck speed. After a few minutes, I saw the statue of Zeus sitting on a throne in the distance. I saw a glimmer of white and gold. Suddenly, he was right before me. A huge pale man, wearing gold robes. There was a great pool of oil in front of him on fire. The flames were reflecting off the pale skin of the statue.
I went into third person view at this point.

I saw myself standing before the pool, about 6o feet tall. Zeus stood up, and we charged at each other, locking grips, leaning over the pool. We fell into the fiery oil, roaring as we fought. We wrestled in the forest, flattening trees.

We flew into space, and he turned into a thunderbolt, and I turned into a giant tree. I kept growing my arms at him, grabbing him, but as he shocked me, my body split apart. Then, I turned into a great mountain, and absorbed his power. Then, transformed into a volcano, and built up lava, exploding at him, which had no effect. Then, I turned my body into water, and all his lightning went right back at him, in a circle. We became a wheel of water and lightning.

I decided to spin to the edge of the universe. We got to a black wall that felt like a bubble pane and went through. We were between two black bubble panes, and tar like tentacles grabbed at us. I was afraid. I said, "This is a dream." Because there was nothing to see, I got bored, and went back.
We rolled toward the Sun, and decided to challenge him to battle. He turned me into steam, and laughed. Then, I became a sun-sized planet, and collided with him. We both exploded. I zoomed out, and saw reality ripple like it was 2D. It was the end of the solar system. A black hole formed, and slowly grew. Planets and asteroids began pouring into the a dark purple nothingness.

I was afraid. I said, "This is a dream." And I drifted to the black hole. It was like a great cosmic silent sinkhole. I let it suck me in. There were things floating, and disembodied voices, and sounds connected to nothing. There was existence all around me, but it had all become non-sentient, as if stuck in a non-lucid dream for eons.

The extreme nothingness was intense. I wondered where I was, and where Zeus was. We appeared like colored spirits. standing mutely. We had many selves of differing colors, all standing still, transparent, flowing nowhere.
I flew back down to earth, knowing it was still really there, and landed in a forest. I became a green wyrm, and swam through the earth like a sea serpent. Then, there were dozens of green wyrms swimming with me in time to the music, our arches pulsing through the forest. I created an army of thousands of rabbits, and they all hopped in time to the music, eating all the bushes. I wanted more destruction. I swept my arm toward the sky, and an army of locusts shot up flying past my arm. I slowly marched forward as the locusts swarmed around me, a buzzing devouring storm. The locusts devoured every green thing, until the surrounding forest was a brown skeleton.

My chest heaved, and I grinned.

Neared Completion: Create an army of dream warriors of fantastic creatures

Personal Task Completed: Hover
Personal Task Completed: Become a Water Elemental
Monthly Task Completed: Take leaves off a tree, and put them back on
Annual Task Completed: Visit the Statue of Zeus

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

We flew into space, and he turned into a thunderbolt, and I turned into a giant tree. I kept growing my arms at him, grabbing him, but as he shocked me, my body split apart. Then, I turned into a great mountain, and absorbed his power. Then, transformed into a volcano, and built up lava, exploding at him, which had no effect. Then, I turned my body into water, and all his lightning went right back at him, in a circle. We became a wheel of water and lightning.

This sounds like a really cool effect. Did you view it from 3rd person or as part of this wheel? I can only imagine what that would look like! And the part where you (as a planet) collided with Zeus! Quite a dream!